After our affair comes apart, I’ll come apart.
I will become smoke, a bit of soil and water.
I’ll pour myself into deep rivers, I will pour.
Near you never, not even one single hour.
Sundays, expect to find me among the martyrs.
Saturday nights, you might find me in the harbors.
About our slain romance - played out in dark corners -
You may cry. But I know you won’t truly suffer.
And I’ll be thrown into the waves, I will be thrown.
I’ll be a stone wet with sea foam, a salty stone.
And I will reject the whole world, I will reject!
Near you never, no not even one single sec.
After our affair comes apart, I’ll come apart.
I will become smoke, a bit of soil and water.
I’ll pour myself into deep rivers, I will pour.
Near you never, not even one single hour.
Sundays, expect to find me among the martyrs.
Saturday nights, you might find me in the harbors.
About our slain romance - played out in dark corners -
You may cry. But I know you won’t truly suffer.